To his dominant mistress.

Love is slavery.

Her existence demanding,

total submission.

Cupid's bow, her whip

leaving wounds on virgin heart

too frail to resist.

Bold eyes are his gag.

A single glare can silence

any and all words.

Her touch, Kryptonite

to the patriarchal 'S'

taking all his strength.

Throaty voice exudes

power so Cleopatran.

His mind bows to it.

And of her body,

such splendid curvature,

resistance, futile.

Freedom forgotten

in the sadistic pleasure

of her ownership.